Except for the locking holes and notches for the crossbars, the washers are about finished.

Why “modiolus of doom”? Because right now I need some kind of hairy provocation to keep this project alive.

Time has a way of elongating, right before it runs out. You think you have all the time in the world to finish something, and then …. Blam!… you’re done. The meter runs out. Which leaves the Catapult Gods smirking at you for the rest of eternity. Damn their temporal omnipotence anyway!

Also, my laptop is getting hinky. Email is down. Correspondence not possible until I get it fixed.

…If I get it fixed. A hermit-like submergence seems somehow linked to my ability to self-motivate. Go figure.